Homework with writing group - theme of revenge. We were also doing a field trip to an open mic - in Wath, hence it's mention below...
At first it seems you’re getting away
You’re running and running towards the day
Something is coming to part your legs
You can smell the cold you can feel the dregs
The Raven is sobbing his feathers are plucked
The crows are shit crazy the cockerel has clucked
John Cooper Clarke is gagged in a bag
Down with your pants and up with a flag
JFK is rotting away
This cripple will crawl from the grave and say
Buddha and Pope are hung on a rope
Claris Cliffe is a stinking stiff
Dali and Bruegel - Beelzebub’s brides
And into your darkest dreams it slides
Sylvia’s bleeding in a cold cold bath
and I am twitching and screaming in Wath
REVENGE